When I Think of Her by Dareth Ann Goettemoeller

There is a tilt to the world a lilt to the world when I think of her the imagined daughter I might just have one day a delight ringed by a thousand sadnesses of losses I imagine for it is only losses I know of mothers and daughters divisions and divides in flesh so alike they can not stay separate there is a lilt a tilt to the world when I think of my mother the imagined one I might just have one day bodies more alike than the great divide would suggest.

Dareth Ann Goettemoeller is a fine artist and art therapist with a collection of eccentric friends living in a liberal bubble amidst fields of corn, beans, grasshoppers, good old boys, jeans, and pink cowboy boots. Her favorite times are with coffee in hand, being stared at by her cats while filling yet another notebook with beautiful words of angst and love.